I’m really way too busy to be posting this rumination from Paul Levy :
[I]n our house-group, during the prayer time, we have banned the ‘I’m tired’ prayer request. I can’t remember the last time I met someone who isn’t tired. It’s the equivalent of the minister saying ‘I’m busy’. If you live in London I’m assuming you’re tired and if you’re in ministry I’m assuming you’re busy.
The shame of saying ‘to be honest I’m pretty relaxed at the minute, sleeping well and working enough but not too hard’ is unthinkable. It’s as if the person would be horrified if we’re not working ourselves to the bone. McCheyne wrote ‘The seed of every known sin is planted in our hearts’. My problem is I find the reality of sloth and workaholism in my heart in the same afternoon. I’m not sure I understand why I find it easier to admit I’m too busy than that I am occasionally lazy, (see what I did there? I’m too busy but only occasionally lazy) Both are as bad as each other. I think it has something to do with my profound belief in my own self importance and how I’m perceived by others.
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